Aragorn Ii Elessar Novels & Stories

~Daisy~ The hotel suite is booked under a name I’ve never heard Aragorn use before—something bland and corporate like “Mr. Ellis.” When I ask him, he tells me it's his other name. Aragorn closes the door behind us with a decisive click. He’s still in the clothes he wore to pick me up. He moves through the space, his chin up like he’s stepping onto a stage he knows by heart. He turns to me. “You okay?”

He wraps his arms around my neck and deepens the kiss. Someone tugs on my pants, and I look down and smile at my kids. Mary is two years old and is just like her daddy. She's blonde with blue eyes and a beautiful smile. She holds her brother's hand, Noa, who looks like me, with his black hair and big light green eyes. I take them both in my arms and drape them over my shoulders. Angel kisses me softly on the lips and walks away from me, letting big white wings sprout from her back, - Angel?

Lord Arinthal was not satisfied, he eyed Eryndor suspiciously, convinced he was an agent of some secret service, member of the rescuers. "What brings you to Corallina, gentleman?" Arinthal asked gruffly. Eryndor replied confidently, "Nothing particular, just to enjoy the beautiful scenery around here." Lord Arinthal's expression turned polite, but his tone remained skeptical and sarcastic. "Welcome, gentleman. What's your name?" "Eryndor Maxwell," he replied. Arinthal raised an eyebrow. "You've come without any luggage or gadgets. How... surprising! What do you expect to see here?" His tone dripped with sarcasm, but Eryndor remained resilient, his expression unwavering.

I would take it. Saraya reached out for the hand of a teenage girl, making her lowered to sit on the bench placed in front of her. I watched her eyes blaze as she healed the girl. Knowing too much of that would drain her, I held my mouth to Tabitha's ear and whispered, "Help mama out." Then I directed my gaze at Keanu, his innocent knowing eyes held mine and he wiggled out of Aragorn’s arms. Gesturing to Aragorn and Duke to let them go, the two hurried to their mother.

Finally picking up my subconscious, I lifted my gown and started fast walking behind them. I swear I wasn't prepared to see the scene which unfolded in front of me. Papa and all his men were kneeling down on their knees. Their hands raised up. Tons of guns pointed at their heads. I saw the eldest Aragorn sitting on his chair and his eyes glaring in a particular direction. I followed his line of gaze and found a man wearing black tuxedo with a white skull brooch on his chest. My eyes trailed up and clashed with a pair of striking blue. And the shocking fact is that the pair of striking blue is staring right into my eyes. His lips pulled up into a smirk.

Lowell defended eagerly yet politely. "You?! On your aggressive form? Isn't she afraid of Wolves?" Orson growled in disbelief. Lowell suddenly shuts his mouth. I'm sure Orson's statements offended him. However, Orson has long been like this. He always nags at us as if he were the oldest among our peers, despite us being the same age. Lowell, who was actually older, can't even talk back to him because he is Ari's precious older brother. I couldn't talk back either because of the same reason as Lowell.

He nodded to Czar and the others to back off a little but keep their guards up. Unwilling but with no choice the taller man introduced themselves after rearranging his black polyester jacket. "My name is Gunter Elyas. This is Hunter Elyas. We came to take our sister home." "How are you Ara's brothers?" "Mr. And Mrs. Palacio took us in. We grew up with Ara until we had to join the military." "Cadets?" "Captains," Gunter corrected with military pride. Just as he thought they would not get along at all. They're bad for business if they find out about his identity. He would have problems taking Ara to Russia if these two barge in the story. "Alright, Captains. But I'm afraid I can't let you take

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

says Kate. “For Frodo!” Grace screams the loudest. “We’ve got to work on our cheer,” Kate says as everyone takes their position. Deep down, Grace’s cheer has reminded Kate of another quote Aragorn said in Return of the King; originally in Elvish: {I give hope to men. I keep none for myself.}

“What have you named her in this lifetime?” “I have to name her, but doesn’t she already have a name?” I ask quizzically as I pull my hands back and place them on my thighs. “Oh, my little wolf.” He says giving me such a loving look as he leans forward giving me the sweetest softest kiss ever. Pulling away just a little, still feeling his lips ghost over mine. “We have had many different names. Eli’s favorite story from when he was little was about the King of Dragons. That is how my name came to be Aragorn.” He says as I sigh against his lips. “But your mother said something about a prophecy and knew the name Aragorn.” I whisper out leaning forward closing the distance between us. Deepening